Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

We come to a farm. It looks abandoned. The walls of the farmhouse are half-collapsed. The fields around it are unplanted and hall of weeds and the stubble of other years. The barn though seems to be in good condition. The red paint is mostly gone from it but the walls are straight and look strong.

"I know this farm," Keith says. "I used to know the boy who lived here but they moved. It was a fine farm before that. The barn would be a good place to hide a melon. Let's look there."

"Okay… we can rest a minute too. I'm hot. My legs are tired."

"It'll be cooler in the barn out of the sun. We can get a drink at the well."

We come to a fence. Keith holds apart the barbed strands so that I can step through. I gather up my skirt so as not to catch it. Keith vaults over the, fence after me. He pumps up the water at the well. It is deliciously cold and I drink until I am full.

We go into the barn. It smells of hay. At first it makes me sneeze. It is surprisingly cool inside. We look for a watermelon. The hay is piled up high on all sides. Keith says that it looks like old hay that has probably been here several summers. We climb a flimsy ladder into the loft and walk across the hay toward the small window at the end of the barn. The hay is springy but we sink halfway to our knees with each step.

We stand close to each other next to the window and look out. I can see the fields and woods we have crossed; beyond them are the fairgrounds with the Ferris wheel riding high over the tents. Keith suddenly says he thinks he sees the eagle again. He points and I see nothing but the drifting clouds and the blue of the sky. He says then that the eagle must be gone but he keeps looking out the window for it.

We sit down in the hay near the window. We lie back. It is warmer up here than it was below but I am tired and the hay is soft and I don't mind the heat. Keith puts his hands behind his head and draws one knee up. I look over at him and see that his eyes are shut. I wonder if he is thinking about the eagle. I close my eyes too. I feel myself dozing…

I wake first. There is a smile across Keith's face as I nudge him. He opens his eyes. I notice how brown they are. They flutter shut again. I stare at him. Impulsively I lean over and kiss him.

I kiss him again, then lay my head against his chest. I hear the steady thudding of his heart. I can hear and feel him breathing in and out. He places his hand lightly on one of my breasts, doesn't move it, just rests it there. My nipples tingle. I am overwhelmed by the nearness of him, his touch. No boy has ever done more than kiss me before. I press my cheek in tighter against his chest.

"It's hot up here, isn't it?" I say.

"Yes… but better than being in the sun."

"So stuffy though… I'm sweating."

"We could take off some of our clothes… we'd be cooler then."

"I don't know… I've never done that."

"I don't mean everything."

"My dress…?"

"Yes. That's all."'

"I can't. I don't have on a slip beneath."

"But you have other things."

"Yes… not much though. I really don't think I should."

"It'd be just your dress. I could break out the window then and the breeze would blow on us. Shall we…?"

"All right… only for a minute. Just my dress. Why don't you do the window first… break it."

He slips off his shoe, stands up and breaks the window with it. He knocks away the pieces of jagged glass that remain. He stands there a minute as if looking again for the eagle. I can feel the air blow cool against my face.

"The breeze feels good," I say.

"Yes…" He sits down again next to me and peels off his shirt. His bare chest is very tan. He doesn't say anything more about my dress.

I sit-up and pull the dress up over my hips, then my head. I lie back in the hay again, still holding the dress in my hand. I feel very naked in just my flimsy white bra and panties. The hay itches my thighs. Keith gazes down at me. I start to cover myself with my hands but stop and let my arms lie at my sides. "What about you now?" I ask. "You've only taken off your shirt. I don't want to be the only one like this."

He doesn't answer but quickly pulls off his other shoe, then his pants. His shorts hug his body and I can see the shape of his penis. It looks thick and mysterious.

We lie there a few minutes not moving, not speaking, just letting the breeze blow against our skin. Keith keeps glancing down over my stomach at my panties. I know that he can see the puff of dark hair beneath them. Our legs brush. I see the bulge beneath his shorts suddenly rise, see the shape of the tip of his penis stretch out against them.

He looks huge to me. Immense. The sight of him like this, the touch of his skin on mine intoxicates me. I press my leg harder against his. He rolls over on his side and I feel the hardness of his penis pushing against my thigh just a few inches below the edge of my panties. I push back against him.

He cups my breast through the thin cotton of my bra. I help him when he reaches behind my back to undo the snap. I wriggle the loosened bra down over my shoulders. I am naked now except for my panties. I close my eyes and wait for the touch of his hand. My nipples ache. And then I feel his fingertips… cool… gentle… easy against my breasts.

He caresses me there for a minute, then his hand moves to my thigh, slowly toward my pussy. I am quivering all over from just the thought of what is going to happen. His fingers reach my panties, move under the elastic hem. In a moment they are pressing cool against the smooth moist skin of my vagina. They move lower, find my opening, move deeper in. I am on fire now. I cannot think. I feel myself explode and I lie there for a minute enjoying the intense warm feeling in my belly.

When I open my eyes at last, I am startled to see Keith's penis poking out of his shorts. I stare at it. I am drawn to it. I reach out hesitantly to touch it. It is surprisingly hard. It feels enormous in my hand. I feel its warmth.

We keep caressing each other. The tip of Keith's penis presses against my stomach as I hold it in my hand. I slide up a little in the hay so that it rubs against my panties. The lips of my pussy grow wetter. I wish I didn't have the panties on. I want to feel him closer to me. I want to feel his bare skin rubbing against mine. I want to feel his penis inside me.

We kiss. He rubs my breasts. I keep rubbing myself against him, waiting for him to take off my panties. But he just keeps stroking me. He seems hesitant about doing anything more. But I don't want it to stop at this. I want it all to happen now. I need to have it happen. I rub his penis and think about how good it would feel to have it push inside me. I strain forward harder against him.

"Shall we take off our other things now?" I ask. "… my panties?"

"… you want to?"

"Yes. Should I? I'm going to." I lift up slightly so that I can slide my panties down over my hips.

When they are halfway down my thighs, I grasp his penis again and hold the tip of it against my pussy. It feels wonderful to have him touching me there like this but I want to have him inside me now. I pull off my panties the rest of the way and roll over on my back. He moves over me. I spread my thighs to take him.

He pushes slowly in. It feels enormous. Everything is spinning. I feel something in me stretching… breaking. It hurts. It feels deliciously good. I buck up hard against him. My skin tears, breaks. He slides all the way in.

I never imagined it could feel anything like this. He begins to move in and out of me. I thrust myself up against him. I can't believe that I am actually fucking.

We keep pushing ourselves against each other. I keep climbing. I sense that it is almost over. I feel myself about to burst again. I know that this time it will be a feeling even more intense than before. I hear Keith groan. His body shudders. I am shaking all over. I feel a warm, sweet flood inside me. I keep climbing… climbing. The feeling goes on and on…